Whole World Of His Mind © Surazeus 2023 08 26 When crickets chirr in timeless twilight glow that veils with sorrow shadows who invade broad meadow walled by towering pines of dread, young Phoebus pauses on weird roadless way at eerie song which lurks beyond dim scope of curious eyes to penetrate green gloom. Through blinding billows of oppressive gloom, that shrouds bright garden where poets once sang hymns of love to daughters of mountain gods, Phoebus sees strange glow of stark silver rays blast visible darkness with silent flash in shocking revelation beyond form. Almost paralyzed with terror of truth at sudden chill of dread that penetrates hot pulsing veins in sinews of his soul, Phoebus pushes forward past veil of gloom through sheer force of futile aggressive will, drawn toward strange glow of solitary hope. Considering how to carve on tablet book runes in Saturnian verse that would record quest of his soul to escape hovering shadow of ancient gods that loom over garden graves, Phoebus struggles to transcend beating wind so he can attain his authentic self. Wearing mask of persona he creates from memory of desire that fuels his quest, as shield that protects his soul from despair, Phoebus conceals repressed passion for fame with face that reveals his authentic mind as clear reflection in dark garden pool. Breaking through thick veil of tangled grape vines, Phoebus perceives on flat-top pyramid Moneta sitting on gold throne of wealth as she inscribes our names in book of fate, and holds open chest where minted coins glint bright with rays of knowledge the sun exudes. Kneeling before tall Mother of the Sky, who deigns glare at his trembling figurine, Phoebus requests from her generous hand munificent grant of abundant faith to fund theater show he would perform that presents noble justice of her reign. Entranced by calm hypnotic gleam of truth that radiates from moon-mirror of her eyes, Phoebus clutches broken lyre to his breast with anxious buzz of soul paralysis till silver glow of her immortal soul encompasses the whole world of his mind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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